Sunday Morning

I wrap myself in a quilt, click on the coffee. The sizzle of steam keeps me company as I blow the coals in the stove back to life.

I open the blinds so I can watch the coming sunlight count the tops of the mountains across the runway.

I pour the first cup of coffee and open the Word. I read in Leviticus, and 2 Kings, and turn back to words in Thessalonians. I pour a second cup of coffee, and I see the fulness growing there in the words on the page, the words that are growing in me.

Let them find their way in, Lord, all the way in. And let them find their way out, out into my every thought and word and deed.